Here's what’s here. Nothing added. Nothing taken away. What stayed when the noise fell quiet, What I carry into the day. No conclusions. No demands. Just what’s still here. I take stock. I don’t call it good or bad. I list what’s in front of me That’s what I have. No fixing. No defense. No need to justify. I take stock And then let it lie. Patterns show without asking. Some return. Some fade. Not everything needs a reason. Not everything needs to change. What’s worn. What still holds. What never learned to leave. I take stock. I don’t call it good or bad. I list what’s in front of me That’s what I have. No fixing. No defense. No need to justify. I take stock And then let it lie. Nothing here asks forgiveness. Nothing here asks for blame. These are pieces, not verdicts. Just facts with different names. I take stock. No judgment left to speak. I don’t ask what it means I just see. Still here. Still intact. Nothing missing. Nothing added back.
